As a human, created in the image of God, we have an idea of what it's like to finish a life well.
I love my spouse well and support him in achieving his goals and fulfill his calling — whatever that looks like for him.
I prepare my children well for adulthood, help them to utilize their God-given talents to the best of their abilities, and make sure them know that they are always loved and valued by their Mom — especially when it seems I'm the only one.
I've always said that I wanted to leave the world a better place because I was in it through the touched lives of the people I leave behind.
What does it mean to finish well ... if you're a pet?
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
My Facebook Fast
I picked a sucky month to abstain from Facebook.
A really, really, REALLY sucky month.
The Olympics are going on, and I can't post about my very favorite Olympics moment of all time: when Keri Strugg's coach Bela Karolyi carried her to the podium after she tore two ligaments in her leg during her gold medal vault. (So instead, I'll post it here. Ha! Victory.)
And I wasn't able to check in on Chick-fil-a Appreciation Day. (I was at the location at The Avenues in Cumming with Sandy around 8:30 p.m. in case you care.)
A really, really, REALLY sucky month.
The Olympics are going on, and I can't post about my very favorite Olympics moment of all time: when Keri Strugg's coach Bela Karolyi carried her to the podium after she tore two ligaments in her leg during her gold medal vault. (So instead, I'll post it here. Ha! Victory.)
And I wasn't able to check in on Chick-fil-a Appreciation Day. (I was at the location at The Avenues in Cumming with Sandy around 8:30 p.m. in case you care.)
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